I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
The Sound Of Stars Exploding
I am asking you to listen to the promise in the static on the radio or the scratches on a record:
There is the chance for something not quite perfect to happen here tonight.
You know, I listen to static-y AM radio stations all the time. It's enjoyable trying to pick up a ballgame or a local weather report.
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A deeper
Silence
When crickets
Hesitate